I remember when I was London I saw a bunch of flyers for Dillinger Escape Plan with Cephalic Carnage at a joint called the Mean Fiddler. I almost went to see Will Haven at the Mean Fiddler but I was distracted by an emo girl who didn't like me as much as I liked her, so I drank a bottle of cough syrup, tripped like a bastard, woke her up and told how much fun I was having without her. She won't look my way any more. london was a haze, I need to go back and do things right, whatever, fuckin limeys.